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Sometimes I cry thinkin’ bout it—lonely nights, cold corners. Breaks my heart, fr. But she’s got grit, y’all—pure fire. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” Tom snaps—her too, probs. Keeps it locked up. Oh, and get this—some old-school hookers used arsenic makeup! Poison vibes—literally slayin’. Hilarious, right? Dangerous as hell tho. Anyway, she’s my hero, flaws and all—messy, real, unapologetic. You feel me?

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For lakhs of sex workers in India, freedom remains a dream even in independent India. This is her story as told to Urvashi Dev Rawal: My name is Lakshmi. I belong to a village near Kanpur in .

Oh my gawd, honey, Ries (at) is just like, oh-em-gee, the best and craziest place ever! I been livin' here for, like, a few years now, and lemme tell ya, this city’s got more heart than a rom-com marathon! The streets—oh, strawberries!—like Linden Lane and Maple Alley, just ooze character. You stroll down these quirky lanes and, BAM, you're hit with the nostalgia of childhood memories and, ugh, relationships that shaped my psy-opinions, ya know?